Numb
just numb
"In the Mist of Smoke and Dreams, I Found You" This is a short poem depicting the imaginary lover from one's pov when they are high on Life.
This poem is about the mother nature's child and the resources we take for granted. Just an appreciation
The embrace of two lovers in the hope of finding that one strip of beauty in this world of chaos
𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒊𝒍; 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑫𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅..???
Is the agony and ecstasy of love, A price worth paying or a burden to bear? Should I hold on or let it go, And escape the heartache and despair?